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Smoldering India

In the deceptive peace of dawn
Her smothered anguish,
Her strangled sobs
Rise vaporous
Wrenching thwarted sighs
From the hearts of her faithful;
While the prodigals
Stab her, scourge her, lacerate her.
Hoping drop by slow drop,
To bleed her to death -
Because they cannot carve out
Her maternal heart for themselves.

06-Feb-2005

More By  :  Shernaz Wadia

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